On Friday I went to the beach with my partner. As soon as we decided to go I started filling up my bladder, drinking 5 or 6 bottles of water in just a few hours. I knew I wanted to pee in the ocean, and I knew how good it would feel if I was full. By the time we stepped onto the sand I was excited to get in the ocean. We sat down in our beach chairs and I asked if she wanted to feel the water. She was indifferent, so I said I did. Sooner, rather than later, if she got what I was saying. Knowing what I meant, she told me she was going to go too when we got in, so we both made our way down to th